We Gonna Ride Lyrics

Counting down:
4 3 2 1

Chorus x8 (c-murder)

Tru niggas gonna ride (we gonna ride or die)

Verse 1: (c-murder)

Hit em' up, hit em' up, nigga I f**k them hoes
I smoke weed, make you bleed and it's time to go
And I walk with the league that's what gangstas do
And say where them dollars at? like gansta boo
And skee mask on the muthaf**ken dash my nigga
Cause if you see me that's yo' muthaf**kin' a*s my nigga
And mr. magic got that chopper for yo' a*s my nigga
Take off my mask, so you can see my laugh my nigga
I represent that 3 nigga, so f**k what you claim
New orleans is the place where I slang my caine
Red rum, red rum nigga (nigga) look who tried to harm me
I told you muthaf**kas no limit is the army (what? ) (what? )
If I die, I'll never cry, see the hate in my eye
It's time to ride, muthaf**ka bye (bye) bye (bye)
I told you muthaf**kas don't f**k with tru,
It was a dumb move nigga, now I'm f**kin wit you, biotch

(chorus x8)

Counting down:
(muthaf**ka, muthaf**ka) 4 3 2 1

Verse 2: (magic)

They got to kill me to get to you
Before they leave, i'ma have them bitches black and blue, believe that
Muthaf**ka you ain't heard of us?
Tru til' I die, man we muthaf**kin' murderous
>from the place where them hoes crazy, niggas shady
But I maintain, cause no one could ever fade me
Tru records is the next (what? ) cause we the best (what? )
If you don't think so, then you could get the f**k f**k
I'm here to get you riders, so nigga what what
And I ain't stopin' til we tear the f**kin' club up
So where my niggas at? actin' f**kin' fool
And where the bitches at? show em' that bithces rule
I wonna see you sweatin', clothes lookin' wet
d**k so hard that you can't even catch your breath
Smoke your herb nigga and get your drink on
You gave the party, everybody got their dance on

(chorus x8)

C-murder talking:

My nigga (my nigga)
(what's up? ) ride or die muthaf**ka
Tru records (you heard me? )
(what's up? what's up? ) for the tru souljas tru niggas (you heard me? )
Honk your horn nigga, cause I'm comin' to pick you up magic
(what's up nigga? get real)
I wonna say what's up to all the deadly apostles outhere
My nigga macadon, tom from the st. t (saint thomas), you dig?
My nigga g'boe, my nigga sam (the calliope) what's up nigga?
Crazy from ruff forever, beelow (whoa) (beelow)
All the muthaf**kin' clubs playin' my shit, you dig?
(you know that, you know that, the real shit)
The west, marine, you dig? monte
Whats up ke'noe nigga? (deadly sounds)
Ha (what? ) this shit real out here boy,
We gonna ride or die, tru for life, you dig?
Pause, watch me out

Chorus x8 until fade